Asphalt

The asphalt is dark, worn, and torn

It is split down the middle

A ravine created by constant use

Having to support endless waves of people

Is stressful and requires much strength

And though the best is not always enough

The dark, worn, and torn asphalt

gives all it has

Its strength is always there

It wears its scar with pride

Sacrificing itself for others

The most noble of deeds

The asphalt is strong

Though old and beaten

It continues to thrive